... Surrounding the box was a variety of rocks. Creek rocks, really. Some large. Some small. Some smooth. Some jagged. The point of all this was: God can move mountains, even if it's one stone at a time ... . When my friend shared this with me, it struck a chord. And the next day, I went out to Kanner Lake, and found a rock. I picked a pretty good-sized rock, because God had begun to stir some things in my heart about trusting Him. And I knew that in some ways, that was a big rock to move ...